I put Angelo down on his feet. Bent down to his level, kissed his forehead and combed his hair with my fingers, then said with a warm smile, “Stay here, honey. I’ll be back soon to go home. Okay?”
“Are these bad guys?” he asked with fear in his eyes.
I stared back at my foster brothers. Then back to Angelo as I sighed and mumbled, “No, sweetheart. They’re family. We just have a misunderstanding. Stay here, okay?”
He nodded, and I was about to turn and head to the study when Merinda said with sarcasm, “If you are going to try your luck and talk with Il Don, Gerald is no longer Il Don, darling, Luca is.”
Her words made me freeze.
I drafted my eyes to him, knowing things would become more difficult for me by having him as Il Don.
“You’re Il Don della mafia now?” I wasn't asking, though
